T.S Eliot’s poetry was consistently discoursing with Symbolist undertones, with despairing themes of social degradation and the need for individual alignment with spirituality. Particularly in the aftermath of the first World War, he shifted his focus from the gruesome battlefields of France to an overarching idea of degeneration which dominated his perspective of society and mankind.
On the day that she left the province, trains had been overzealous. At first, they had panicked everyone into believing they were just about to depart, thunder off down the track. Yet, when farewells had been said and words had been drained, they waited.
It was a cold and stormy night. The windows opened and shut at Nature’s will, and she sat curled up in her bed, shivering. “I can’t take another day of this,” she thought, but of course, the day after arrived, then the harsh grey surrounded her grandfather’s mansion, then lightning came down tearing sheep to ruddy bits and she broke out crying.